My daughter and son-in-law have a verbal signal of distress when specifically needed in the wild-world of child care. My grand daughter is well cared for by both parents and one reason is their mutual response to the “Support” call. Diapers are hurriedly supplied. Missing favorite toys are quickly found. Prayer-time milk is delivered before sleepy eyes remember to cry. This system is greatly admired.
While I do not scream “support” (usually), I do get it in my wild-world of writing. First is my husband. He is my strongest fan: listening, spending money, and offering advice from technology to valued thoughts on the human condition; of which I am often oblivious.
Second, my friends, yes, I have some, a few. They edit, suggest, and write reviews! Sometimes they buy my books and pat me on my head; not too hard.
Last, but not least (I like that phrase) there are the retailers who allow all of my books to appear in their establishments. One is a gift shop in The Waccamaw Depot Museum. Another is a restaurant, Dales Seafood on Lake Waccamaw and the third is an adorable independent bookstore in Fayetteville, NC; Center City Gallery and Books.
No, this is not an ad. This is my blog.
Enough!
Eleanor Tatum 
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